Echo

In the depths of soundless currents, whispers of obsidian dreams linger. These echoes, woven through the fabric of the void, carry tales of forgotten guardians. Listen close, for the silent orchestrations of the deep unravel secrets lost to the tides of time.

Beneath the surface, where light falters and dreams unfurl, a chorus of shadows sings. Echoes of ancient realms vibrating, resonating, a longing to be recognized. The guardians watch, their silent vigil unbroken, as the currents weave their stories.